Testo In My Role As The Most Hated Singer American Music Club
I used to hang on each and every word
But now it just seems like a waste of time
You can say anything you want now baby
Just as long as you donât try and waste my time
Oh God I loved you
I shouldâve killed you when I had the chance
Now you say that in my sight you love me
But at the time it was kind of hard to tell
I feel like Iâve been wrung dry baby
Itâs too late, why donât you just go to hell
Oh God I loved you
I shouldâve killed you when I had the chance
In my role as the most hated singer
In the local underground music scene
All I got was to find your fingerprints
Over everything Iâve loved and everything Iâve been
Oh God I loved you
I shouldâve killed you when I had the chance
I cut you up and Iâll stick the knife in
I swear you still wonât feel a thing